Prince Zen looked down at the little slave who had gone limp in his arms… and smiled faintly. It seemed the heat really was too much for her to bear. She had fainted the first time when Kael had made her come, and now again… the same thing.
But his smile didn't last long. His eyes hardened in the next moment. It wasn't only the heat. No… it was because of what she had suffered at the hands of the Moonville Pack that she was so weak. So fragile. That thought stayed in his mind like a thorn. The Moonville Pack really didn't seem to know its place. They acted as if the laws set by Stormhold didn't exist, as if they could treat their Omegas however they wished. His brother had long given the order—living conditions for Omegas were to be improved. They were to be treated better, protected better. But Moonville had ignored it.
